Luyện nghe bài hát People's Court

Yeah! Ah huh!

Yo yo! I gives a fuck if you up
Don up, niggas from where
Want one slip and get ya cherry balmed up
I got every arm and my niggas

And come to ya gut B!
Guess ya blon luck
Fucked wit the one
Gun harm one

Two fuck won do
niggas know I blast quick
As if had to ask, shit
Get ya ass twist, the rap's El Nino

Get ya brain
And I don't pussy well enough
To wit it, you ain't wit it
Same shit, it can't wit the lame witch

as the slang spitted
If you came, you get it
Plain as the
Wit the pens witted on

And the nine
you where I find yo ass
Lost wit no sign, y'all so
I'm the last to roll on

Got the on
Wit the on
you guess wrong
I'm a on, motherfucker

the judge, fuck the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's
We hold in the street
I gives a fuck the D.A. when ya see Jay

Betta for yo heat, it's people's court
We court in the street, ya heard me
the judge, fuck the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's

We hold court in the
I gives a about ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's court
We hold court in the

I a shit if it's small claims
Like stealing ya
Or if it's Court
Like ya bricks

Look, my guns is all
pain, end it ran to
Whether you big money or small
When I cock it ball

My never miss trials
Here's the dater rain wit no chance of
Bullets coming
I'm why nigga, try Jigga

You must
It's like being on trial for your
Wit a defender
Let the jury fill the up

And start the court off
Wit number nine-millimeter
All rise, the honorable presides
of a mallet, I hold a tool

All upjections
Stay deep in ya
you understand it
Two guns, over left

how I cross exam
Like Tom
wit the Top Gun, you lose
Jigga no lie and can't handle the truth

Fuck the judge, the jury
ya warring wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the
I gives a about the D.A. when ya see Jay

Betta crawl for yo heat, it's court
We hold court in the street, ya me
Fuck the judge, fuck the
When ya warring wit me, it's people's

We hold court in the
I gives a about ya play disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya language wit me, it's court
We court in the street

No flow
No cell could hold
Since I these
out, no coke kitchen victors

No contest in a rhyme
I'm best oath
my right hand
And I spit it

Know ya facts for
'Fo ya to act ill
When you blow
Ain't no coming on appeal

It's
set at, a half-a-mil
It's
For you raples

Red done, hate crimes
Fake rhymes, I hold in
You get state
For faking like you than him

So foulplay, thats ya
Pay ya fine at the sergant
Say sorry, and take ya
I be to bend it

Flow
No defendant
While you hold trial
Wit no in it

Three-time felon, album
Locking it for the term
Of Lifetime, Volume 2
is adjourned